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Mary - it was classic Goodge: I think she was demonstrating a military self-defense move on me, and for a moment it seemed like she was going to take me out for real…had to be 40 years ago.

Those were the days. These are still days, just not always THE days.

We should catch up — you always were one of my favorite people, and Magic Afoot reminded me why.

Ken

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I think it's coming back to me now...was it on the back deck? I was probably drinking a Molson Golden. Yes, we should catch up. I so appreciate you reading my "stuff." Do you recall picking me up from my apt. and we were driving, it was snowing, and I was convinced we were moving backward!?

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Watching the sun

Watching it come

Watching it come up over the rooftops

Cloudy and warm

Maybe a storm

You can never quite tell

From the morning

And it's going to be a day

There is really no way to say no

To the morning

Yes it's going to be a day

There is really nothing left to

Say but

Come on morning

Waiting for mail

Maybe a tale

From an old friend

Or even a lover

Sometimes there's none

But we have fun

Thinking of all who might

Have written

And maybe there are seasons

And maybe they change

And maybe true love is not so strange

Now the sounds of the day

They hurry away

Now they are gone until tomorrow

When day will break

And you will wake

And you will rake your hands

Across your eyes

And realize

That it's going to be a day

There is really no way to say no

To the morning

Yes it's going to be a day

There is really nothing left to say but

Come on morning

(Remember when Goodge said “But Mur, I have to complete the move!”)

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One of my favorite Dan Fogelberg songs. And so perfect for this post. Why am I drawing a blank on the Goodge quote?? Now that's going to drive me nuts all day! I must recall this! Thank you for this lovely song and reminder that there is always going to be a new day.

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Oh those little squirrels! Do you remember the wee little pine tree in my backyard and the steps? She’s over 4 feet tall! Our squirrels and birds are phenomenal creatures that change our landscape! I share in your joy of our gardens/my backyard. There’s so much energy and life!

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Wow-4' tall! Yes, the birds and squirrels are such a joyous part of my daily life as I feed them daily. Our kitty and I watch them out the front window, and when I'm at the kitchen sink, I see the Maple that I refer to in "There's Magic Afoot." Ahhh...the healing power of gardens and creatures. Thank you, Jocelind.

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I love this! I cried for the sad beginning, I cried when the baby squirrel was talking to its Mommy, and I cried at the happy ending. This is absolutely beautiful.

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Goodge-O! Thank you!!!! Yes, I cried when I wrote it, and I cried while I recorded it. I am thinking it might make a really good children's book. Thank you for reading this and also for sharing your response to it. It means so much to me. If I had not been a mother; I could not have written this.

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Magical, Mary. Thank you.

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Thank you, Rebecca! It means so much that you read my work, and I always look forward to yours.

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Oh that's so lovely! Thank you! 😊

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Looks like some kind of message DID shoot through yesterday. Technology is a game for the young & restless. 👴🏻

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Mary -- tried to reply yesterday, apparently that message didn't shoot through (such that "some kind of message comes through to you; some kind of message shoots through...).

Here's a temporary e-mail I set up: steers04trikes@icloud.com. Pls drop me a message outside the Substack and let's get back in touch!

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I do have a recollection of that -- maybe it was a kidnapping attempt by a passing UFO? 🤓

Hopefully as the owner of this Substack you can find my e-mail address in your subscription list, or drop me a note at this temporary one: steers04trikes@icloud.com

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